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Aug 2018
Feeling lost.
Frightened
By the terrible
Fate that awaits.

What is that fate?

Your imagination runs wild
Like forest fire,
Consuming the greenery.

Or like animals running free.
Toppling over hills.
Galloping across the sand,
Dangerous territories lie ahead.

Will you enter?
Will you pause.
And think…

Before diving right in
Into the dark unknown.
Dor
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Dor  24/F/221 B Baker Street
(24/F/221 B Baker Street)   
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